I realize that there may be times where football comes before wife. But, when it's an emergency, wife better always come first! If I was her, I'd seriously start contemplating divorce, because I'm not about to be with a man who cares more about football than my life.

Shhesh. Those damn selfish wives who have seizures! On Superbowl Sunday! Really! Absolute grounds for divorce - Unbeleivable-I mean they might make a mess or die or something. Which brings me to my next point - um - who would he have called if she wasn't breathing??!! And 3 big ones today already? Like she was just going to spring back into making snacks and bringing beers to his buddies?? You've got yourself a FAIL Blog right there. Pity you didn't have it on tape and you could disguise voices...

You can't make this up. I witnessed the beginnings of a divorce a few years back during the superbowl. We got called for chest pain. Hers. He refused to drive her till halftime, she called 911 (he thought she was just making a scene). Respiratory arrest on scene but never did go into full cardiac arrest. I don't thik they spent the next superbowl together though...

If she dies, I sincerely hope that this man gets charged with murder or at least manslaughter based on depraved indifference. I also hope that her family smacks him with a wrongful death lawsuit. This guy is just utterly disgusting.

I think they should add that question to the e-harmony get-to-know you multiple choice section. Sounds like it would instantaneously rule out quite a number of potential matches.

*shudder*

Given that I'm the kind of person who would drop everything to help a stranger having a seizure, I hope to whatever deity(s) there may be that I end up with a man with a similarly sized heart and conscience. Of course, with stories like these, the End Times may come before I ever find such a partner!

To be placed on their fridge, in bold type..:*names changed** (!)"Dear Theodore Sweetie, Just a quick FYI for future reference -incase you panic!! If I am having a 'big' seizure (you know what they're like honey!)Please dial 911.If you cannot wake me after a seizure, or find me and I don't really talk back, or move, or breathPlease dial 911.Thanks sweetheart! Just my future brain function, and you know, like my life on the line!I knew I could count on you pumpkin! xxLove MindyPie xxxPS Just thought I should let you know, snookums, that incase I die as the result of implications regarding a seizure, the day prior to,the days following,(48 hours) during or on the day of Superbowl, or any other National Sporting Event, my Will has been changed so that my entire life insurance will go directly to the Poughkeepskie Branch of the Dogs and Cats Protection League. Sweet of me, huh??Love you! Kisses xxx MindyMooo Hey bigboy - That pie on countertop is for the Jeffersons - hands off!! (-: xx Love you!"

When my husband was having chest pain, as he was getting settled in for the basketball playoffs, at least it was HIM that didn't want me to call in...he ended up in the ER....and yes, he was having a heart attack. He's good now, two years post-quadruple bypass!

Having once dated a guy sucked from a similar drain in the gene pool, I don't know whether to be slightly glad that there's more than one of them - or slightly disturbed that there's more than one of them.

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